“So? How ya feeling?” “Fine. I feel fine,” Sammy spoke into the phone. He was sitting in the dark to be able to concentrate on her voice better, “I was really depressed but now I'm fine. I promise.” “You wouldn't lie to me now, would you?” she spoke into the phone too. She was in her kitchen cooking with wine. “No. And anyway, I figure you'd know if I was.” “Oh yeah? How come?” “Well, don't you like... deal with psychos all the time? I mean, isn't that your job?” “No!” she wasn't as defensive as she sounded though. She took it with a grain of salt, “I help people! Poor people, mostly. Some of them just happen to be psycho. Alright, a lot of them,” she admitted, “I think being really poor can sorta make you that way.” “I'm really poor.” “Yeah, but you're not a psycho! You're just depressed.” “ Was depressed. A